My love is like a clear spring day
whose golden sunbeams go their way
and suddenly explode in dew
to sparkle once again like new
Like spying a small calf just born
a'frolicking this sunny morn
crying out with joyful bleat
while running 'round on tireless feet
It fills me with a joy profound
like spotting a quail upon the ground
her young ones following around
this bird not sure just where she's bound
Like petals of a new bloomed flower
still dampened from last night's spring shower
heavenward its substance towers
shouting forth about God's powers
My love is like a budding tree
I hope she feels the same toward me
* first poem I ever wrote over 40 years ago
Comments
For a first effort
this is very good indeed. My first one was called The Creature and is on this site somwhere. 'Twas only six lines.
Yeah.
It must be at least OK as the high school girl I wrote it for is still my better half
Stan your Imagery
poetry and sonnetry
are just too lovely
I recall my earlier days
when I too loved so many
none threw any dry
near green grass then at me
but i didn't rally
I was just frolicking only
now in their memory I too compose
at times silly poetry
but
Your sonnet imbues me
Sonnet?
That's stretching to call this a sonnet I think lol
sorry
i read the last two lines
When
I wrote this I didn't know a sonnet from a bonnet lol